[center][h1] Sorici Amberra [/h1][/center]
[Center]Bride of Cuwarr Naxremis and Sister-Bride to Kalani Solle[/center]

	"Sorici, Lord. I can tell you my last if you wish to hear it, but I hardly think it has mattered since I arrived here." Sorici spoke in a low, calm tone, cloaking how certain aspects of this man had rattled her. Of course, his confident manner of approach and attitude towards his inferiors - the guards - was just as she would anticipate, but there were undeniably some attributes of his that were distinctively unsettling. Worst of all, she couldn't identify why. True, his mannered speaking and relatively undemanding address of her were unexpected coming from such a barbaric race, but so what if a few of these creatures appeared backwards from the rest of their kind? She should know by now that they were all horrible at their cores. And she did. She was certain that this specimen, no matter how charming, and yes - somewhat-okay-maybe-a-little attractive he may be, was no exception to the rule that had been clawed into her by the kin of his that she'd buried a blade in.

	Despite these wary thoughts, Sorici found herself giving Cuwarr a gentle smile. She had yet to decide if it was because he was being so wonderfully civilized so far, or because some odd urge to entertain his remarks - which, if she understood properly, were praising - had overtaken her. "Although...you identified me as a white lotus, which I have heard is quite a beautiful flower." As difficult as the fabric he wore made it, she tried to meet his eyes with her own. "Pristine, in fact. I regret to say that I cannot see my resemblance to such a lovely, delicate thing, but perhaps it is for the best." she shook her head a little wistfully, but with firm conviction. "It would not do to have an inflated opinion of one's self, and besides, being delicate and chased after should be reserved for those with no other attributes besides their fragile attraction." She lifted her chin slightly. "I can assure you, lord, that I am far more than a fading blossom. Compared to you, I may be breakable, but dare I say that I am a bit more like an elegant if lightweight sword than a petal blown about by the wind."

	As her words faded from her tongue, she had a sudden feeling of having overstepped her bounds. Looking over Cuwarr's shoulder at a gem with striking amber eyes who was miraculously unclaimed, she felt her old  sense of weariness and loneliness from her people's slaughter return. The Drakken had not said so much as a cold word to her and she already felt defeated. Maybe it was time to accept that the Gemminites were just particularly bright colored butterflies about to be crushed under some metal boot, but she had the feeling that she just couldn't, not yet. With that in mind, she swallowed nervously and spoke up once more in hardly more than a whisper. "Please forgive my remarks. I should not have allowed my mouth to move faster than my mind." 

	Watching the other Gem as she waited for a response, Sorici tried to catch the girl's attention and send her a look that would invite her closer. No doubt she was feeling vulnerable without someone already claiming her, and this Drakken seemed to be the absolute best of temperament one could hope for.

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